Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fear. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.